Complexes (LGBT) (boyxboy)

chapter 17

Chapter 17

I sat on the floor by the bathrooms, leaning against the wall and waiting for Lucas. He had been in there for a little while now. I was so tired, but it was worth it to make sure he was okay. "Hey," he spoke, startling me a little. I looked up, seeing him standing there after having just finished up. His hair was wet and he was fully clothed. "Oh hey, you're done," I said as I got up. It only took one look at his face to see that his eyes were reddened. He had been crying in there. "You alright?" I asked. "Yeah," he said, putting on a smile. It was obvious that he didn't want to talk about it, so I wouldn't make him.

I felt like he was the type of person that didn't like showing his weaknesses. I always saw him holding back his emotions, and even now he told me everything was okay when I knew he had been crying. At least he let it all out while he was in the shower and didn't bottle it up. "Come on," I said, nodding towards the rooms. The two of us walked down the empty hall side by side. After the party last night, everyone must have been too tired to stay up late. Besides, it was Sunday night which meant Monday morning early classes were just around the corner. "I can probably just go back to my room," he said, stopping in his tracks. I stopped too, turning to him. "You can if you want, but..." I paused, not wanting to be too forward, but on the other hand I didn't want him to leave just yet, "I'd rather you sEmily with me so I can keep an eye on you." "I'm sure I'll be safe in my own room," he assured me, but I felt anything but comfortable with that decision. "He sold those drugs, Lucas.

Who knows how safe you are with him," I said. My jealousy towards Casey was bubbling up all over again. "He's not a bad guy," he said. I sighed, giving in. If he didn't want to sEmily with me then he didn't want to. He seemed so adamant not to. "Okay...okay fine. Go back to your room then. I'll see you in class, I guess," I said. He didn't say anything and I lingered for a moment, hoping he'd change his mind, but he didn't do anything. "Goodnight," I said softly.

I turned and walked down the hall towards my room, absolutely hating this decision and honestly feeling anxious. With Lucas out of my sight, who knew what could happen to him and I wouldn't be able to stop it.

I would feel a lot more secure if I had him with me, but for whatever reason he didn't want to be around me. "Wait," he called out. I stopped just as I got to my bedroom door and turned back to him.

He jogged over to me, sighing as he got closer. "You're such a baby," he said. I smiled, relieved that he changed his mind. I pushed my door open and let him go in first before following after and shutting the door. He dropped his bag with his clothes and other things he needed for the shower. "Are you tired?" I asked. "Uh, yeah actually, which is kind of weird considering I slept for so long," he answered. "Do you think you're still feeling the effects of the drugs?" I asked. I took a step closer, examining his face, although I didn't really know what kind of signs I was looking for. He seemed fine. "I don't know.

I guess I just feel lethargic," he shrugged. "You should get a little more sleep then. You can sEmily in my bed again," I offered. "You sure?" he asked hesitantly. "Yeah, it's fine," I smiled. I really liked the idea of Lucas being in my bed. I liked the image too as he went and sat on the bed, pulling the covers over him. I had every inclination to join him, but it wasn't my place. I didn't even really know what was going on with us and I was a little too scared to ask.

I went to go to Eddie's bed, knowing he wouldn't care if I slept there given the amount of times we've both shown up here, drunk, and passed out in the wrong beds anyway. I stopped though and turned back to Lucas. He looked up at me with big, innocent eyes, which looked way to innocent considering what he had been through. I was honestly a little sick of him masking his emotions.

I thought about my next move for a brief moment before sitting on my bed, facing Lucas. "Are you okay? I mean, seriously. Just level with me here," I said firmly and Lucas nodded. "I'm fine," he was lying. "I just..." I sighed, "I just want you to know that you can tell me what you...like...feel?" I really wasn't good with things like this, but I needed him to know that. "Connor, it's just not something I want to dwell on. If I think about it too much I-" "Then don't," I said quickly, not wanting him to freak out.